You Can Only Love Me in This Life

The morning sunshine is always beautiful, but the sunshine is very dazzling. Otherwise, why would there be tears in my eyes? I sat on the bed and spent nearly ten minutes here in the sun reminiscing about my lost years. I found that what I remembered most was Fu Qi, who laughed, cried, hugged me, coaxed me, and helped me buy breakfast that winter morning. After being washed by him, all the sunshine took on his flavor. I could escape from photos, love letters, and gifts. But this smell has been lingering on me, and I can't shake it away... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.